Daddys Girl

It’s plain and simple. I love my daddy. Pretty much the whole world knows it.

My dad and I didn’t always get along. I was a “week to week” kid between my parents for a long time which caused its own level of conflicts. I also think my father pretty much didn’t have a clue what to do with me as a kid. He was dealt a deck and did the best he could with it. We had the rough teen years and actually didn’t speak for quite some time.

It took the death of a friends father to make me realize life is too short for that kind of BS. I don’t want to look back and regret the memories I may have missed out on. Ever since then my dad and I have been pretty much inseparable.

You don’t pick your parents. They are who they are. You don’t have to like them. But me, I love my daddy.


Comments

  1. Glad you realized it’s time to have a good relationship with your dad before it’s too late. I was very close with my dad too, especially after my mom died. I even wrote a book in his memory after he died.

    Hopping over from Blog Frog.

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